Every once in a while you stop to think how lucky you are to have ended up with the man that you did... Of course, it's all balanced by other situations, but I won't dwell on that right now.
When I was "recovering" from Olivia's birth, I would send him to the store for my "supplies", of which included hemorrhoid paraphernalia and uber-maxi-pads (sorry to break it to you who haven't given birth yet..) And he would go without a sigh or a huff. Today, I sent him to the store to get my breast pads, which I apparently became dangerously low on unbeknownst to me. And, he went! I can just imagine the little old lady at the Walgreens checkout counter looking up at him and seeing that halo around his head and thinking to herself...that woman he's getting those breast pads for...she's one lucky girl. Yep, yep I am. ;-)
Addendum 7/6/09
Last night, when Olivia woke up every hour and a half and I swear I was going to lose my mind because I was stuck with trying to feed her and get her to go back to sleep because John was coming down with some cold and I couldn't wake him up, but boy, he'd better be at death's door if I was going to be stuck with this sh#% and yes I know this is the world's longest most English-teacher-offensive run-on-sentence... Anyway, at 2am, when I was just on the verge of tears because Olivia had woke up AGAIN, I was downstairs warming a bottle for her when John puts his hands around my waist and says "Do you want me to take care of this?"
Of course, I still wanted to be angry at him, so I said "It doesn't matter at this point." (Yes, I cringe the more I think about it.) But, then, I go upstairs to give Olivia the bottle and he's already sitting in the glider with baby in position for feeding. "Let me take care of this and you go back to sleep."
Ahhhhhh. Let me not forget these precious moments.
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